The Giant Dipper at Santa Cruz is an old wooden roller coaster constructed in the the 1920's. The only people who die on roller coasters, I once heard a broker say, are the people who jump off in the middle of them. Of course he was referring to the hellacious ride called the New York Stock Exchange and the riders being like poor saps at the county fair who were strapped in for the Ferris Wheel only to get the Zipper instead. That carny pulling the levers appears more sober every day with drugs apparently less a hallucinogenic than stock projections. That flavorful pink cotton candy stock you ate before you got on that melted in your mouth like air led you straight to the even pinker pepto bismo when you realized it was worth less than it.
Suddenly it's chic to live paycheck to paycheck. If we can make the 1970's cool again maybe we can bring back the middle ages and that awesome feudal system we've heard so much about. I've always thought we could bring back moats and bridges to our architecture. Yet instead of keeping out attacking marauders we are just protecting our assets from Billy Bob's Lizard Towing service and his claim on our two months past due vehicles. Even the fiscally responsible are getting jabber wockied by this financial death star. I think that they should add sound effects to the market as it plunges. Maybe Darth Vader's breathing as the stocks dip into triple digits or the music from the shower scene in Psycho before the closing bell of an especially brutal financial beating. If we sense the doom of a bad report maybe we can start off the morning with some Jaws music to fire us up for the carnage to come.
This is a market correction. No wait, it is an anomaly. No wait, it hearkens back to the Great Depression. No wait, this is unprecedented. No wait, this is usual and ten year averages state..what's that? ..We've lost money on a ten year average? Oh...
Meanwhile we are getting lectured from countries who purchased US debt like USDA sirloin only to find out they've been served fried Twinkies. Oh...
In other news Apple has decided to start it's own country, maybe then it can buy some of our debt. This benefits them because with the freed up assets we'll just go buy a new Iphone or Ipad anyways. Then we can upload those Darth Vader breathing noises through an app. Or maybe we can record those screams on the Giant Dipper and buy them through ITunes instead..but why is it linking us to our online banking homepage? Oh...
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Admission is free
I believe my blog is like one of those wayside novelty stops on the highway. It’s the Paul Bunyan and Blue Ox off the 101 before Crescent City or the Shark World in that same wonderful city. People drive by thru their FaceBook surfing, see the blog updated; click the link and next thing you know you’ve paid $10 for “that?” What a rip off! So I drain ten to twenty minutes of your time instead. What else are you going to do? Surf for another video or music link to post on your wall? How original. You know that you were the 300th to like that post in the last half hour? Awesome! I think you should add lemmings to your favorite animal on your profile page too.
That is how I start off a long blog hiatus. I berate you for stopping by and reading. Maybe I am inspired by the movie Talk Radio. I want to yell at my readers but am grateful they stopped by so I can yell at them! Of course that is joking, I appreciate I was missed. Even if you do spend the twenty minutes and wonder why you wasted your time. At least I didn’t try to sell you any cheap trinkets on the way out. Once I figure out how to market this thing, watch out! Shark key chains on the way or little “Your shark name is Mohican” danglies you can hang from your rear view mirror.
I am in a creative phase of my life again. The moon must be tied to the Pisces constellation in the third hemisphere of Krypton. I have worked in Ashland too long. My daily clientele consists of Renaissance flute distributors and International treaties signed to eliminate space based weapons to welcome extra-terrestrials. I wish I could make this stuff up. The material this place provides would make Ray Bradbury have a creative head explosion. It’s almost too much to absorb which is why I have to suppress it or else surrender to it completely and start churning out manuscripts to Morgan Freeman’s wormhole. That sounds terrible, but if you’ve seen the show you’d get it. And if you can’t follow well then that twenty minutes you sacrificed just got a little more painful didn’t it?
I am working on a new business idea/documentary I want to put together. You know it is a good idea when you can slap the documentary on top. That way if I bomb financially as a business owner I can piggyback my artistic expression and say that my failure was part of my creative experience. And truthfully the failure part is a lot more endearing than the success part nowadays isn’t it. A documentary about someone making millions and becoming an overnight success just seems a little gratuitous. Yet if I fail miserably and humiliate myself in the process..now that is some award –winning film making!
This is just a dive back into the water today. A quick swim through the blue green algae of Emmigrant Lake. I can’t stay inside too long or I’ll get that madness they keep talking about. Oh wait a minute, nevermind…might as well gulp it up in gallons.
That is how I start off a long blog hiatus. I berate you for stopping by and reading. Maybe I am inspired by the movie Talk Radio. I want to yell at my readers but am grateful they stopped by so I can yell at them! Of course that is joking, I appreciate I was missed. Even if you do spend the twenty minutes and wonder why you wasted your time. At least I didn’t try to sell you any cheap trinkets on the way out. Once I figure out how to market this thing, watch out! Shark key chains on the way or little “Your shark name is Mohican” danglies you can hang from your rear view mirror.
I am in a creative phase of my life again. The moon must be tied to the Pisces constellation in the third hemisphere of Krypton. I have worked in Ashland too long. My daily clientele consists of Renaissance flute distributors and International treaties signed to eliminate space based weapons to welcome extra-terrestrials. I wish I could make this stuff up. The material this place provides would make Ray Bradbury have a creative head explosion. It’s almost too much to absorb which is why I have to suppress it or else surrender to it completely and start churning out manuscripts to Morgan Freeman’s wormhole. That sounds terrible, but if you’ve seen the show you’d get it. And if you can’t follow well then that twenty minutes you sacrificed just got a little more painful didn’t it?
I am working on a new business idea/documentary I want to put together. You know it is a good idea when you can slap the documentary on top. That way if I bomb financially as a business owner I can piggyback my artistic expression and say that my failure was part of my creative experience. And truthfully the failure part is a lot more endearing than the success part nowadays isn’t it. A documentary about someone making millions and becoming an overnight success just seems a little gratuitous. Yet if I fail miserably and humiliate myself in the process..now that is some award –winning film making!
This is just a dive back into the water today. A quick swim through the blue green algae of Emmigrant Lake. I can’t stay inside too long or I’ll get that madness they keep talking about. Oh wait a minute, nevermind…might as well gulp it up in gallons.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
It's the end of the world as we know it..and I'm building an Ark.
Day 38 right? This has to be day 38 of the great flood that will overtake the planet and turn our world into Waterworld minus Kevin Costner's brilliant performance. It's been a long arduous wincing...that is winter and spring mixed together, wincing. The flowers have a hard time blooming when they are being doused with rain forest water. Suddenly the ecosystem in Southern Oregon has turned into New Zealand, once again minus the Hobbits. It has been almost two months since my last blog and I'm sure if there were such a thing as cyber dust I would have had to wipe this blog down with some pledge to start up another post.
A lot has changed to keep me from posting. The primary reason is my computer took a dive which has left me netless. Walking the world without the net is kind of invigorating. Sure I have my smart phone (which those of you who have seen the See's candy phone know the only thing smart about it is that I keep it hidden), but it is difficult to blog on a tiny phone without going crazy unless of course those New Zealand Hobbits spring up in this new ecosystem and then I have a new labor force. I missed writing. It has been a while since I have typed on a keypad that wasn't work related. I find myself with great blog ideas that fizzle in the day to day and dissipate like the sun dissipated from our atmosphere.
Many good things have happened since I've last posted. I met an amazing girl and have been spending a lot of time with her. She is someone who laughs as much as me and doesn't take herself too seriously. Huge qualities that never grow old. She also draws little hearts on my Americanos which I am drinking right now. I'm still employed and doing pretty well at my job. It's been a fun place to work lately and I appreciate my position though I'm definitely open to a promotion anytime soon. I see the folks in a couple of weeks and I look forward to that. I think I have amazing parents who sacrifice so much and I only hope I can be half the parent and son to them that they are to their parents one day.
I though I had more to say but I realize that time away doesn't necessarily guarantee the flood gates of thought will spring forth. Well there be flooding of something and for that I'll get back to that Ark building, but until then see ya later.
A lot has changed to keep me from posting. The primary reason is my computer took a dive which has left me netless. Walking the world without the net is kind of invigorating. Sure I have my smart phone (which those of you who have seen the See's candy phone know the only thing smart about it is that I keep it hidden), but it is difficult to blog on a tiny phone without going crazy unless of course those New Zealand Hobbits spring up in this new ecosystem and then I have a new labor force. I missed writing. It has been a while since I have typed on a keypad that wasn't work related. I find myself with great blog ideas that fizzle in the day to day and dissipate like the sun dissipated from our atmosphere.
Many good things have happened since I've last posted. I met an amazing girl and have been spending a lot of time with her. She is someone who laughs as much as me and doesn't take herself too seriously. Huge qualities that never grow old. She also draws little hearts on my Americanos which I am drinking right now. I'm still employed and doing pretty well at my job. It's been a fun place to work lately and I appreciate my position though I'm definitely open to a promotion anytime soon. I see the folks in a couple of weeks and I look forward to that. I think I have amazing parents who sacrifice so much and I only hope I can be half the parent and son to them that they are to their parents one day.
I though I had more to say but I realize that time away doesn't necessarily guarantee the flood gates of thought will spring forth. Well there be flooding of something and for that I'll get back to that Ark building, but until then see ya later.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Beatdown on Lane 18 by Juror Seven
As I was completing my epic beat down of Sam bowling at Roxy Ann Lanes I was drawn back to the trial by jury case I sat back on a week prior. The process for selecting jurors is more complex than a machine lining up ten bowling pins but there are similarities. Do you strike out the defendant sitting by the defense attorney or do you spare them the conviction? In my case we split decisioned her. We threw her a spare on the far reaching charge we saw no merit in and threw a strike on the charge we felt she clearly committed. In the bowling case I simply laid the strike down on Sam, there was no spare for him.
We are trained to avoid jury duty. We are told to say controversial things so that we are spared sitting on a jury and hearing a case. The horror stories abound from everyone once we've shared we'd got the summons. They tell us about six week cases and being sequestered in hotel rooms without televisions. Yet, the truth is this is Medford, OR. There are no high profile cases that are going to warrant that kind of long jury duty and most cases at the Jackson County Court are going to last one day. Where else can we see the legal system at work and make a difference in that legal system which often seems so unfairly balanced. As the defense attorney and district attorney asked the juror questions it was interesting to see people revert to the adage that we are conditioned to do to avoid jury duty. A few claimed prejudices they couldn't see past, while some claimed family members in similar situations and that it would mar their judgement. Next thing I knew I was one of eight jurors sitting on a panel and we were about to try a case.
When you are sitting in a jury box you are the center of attention. I think in television shows they fail to show the true power of a juror. The prosecutors can place all the evidence and facts and explain the law, the defense attorney can run theories and dissect that evidence, but the jurors are the ultimate decision makers. Without good rapport with their jury an attorney can have all the pieces for a trial victory yet lose it's audience and the trial once the case goes into the jury deliberation. The jurors may feel the attorney was not genuine, that their case was weak or forced, even if it wasn't. This could be based on their lack of connection with their jurors. We automatically see these eloquent attorneys on television and movies. They are polished and beautiful stars reading lines to people who are not judging their every word and movement. Yet an attorney is not polished, they fumble, you see them lose their point and have to regain their traction to make their point. In a comparison to bowling, the attorney is the bowling ball, the ten pins the jurors, will they complete the strike or will their case go into the gutter?
It's all balance and release. You have to make sure the ball leaves your hand at the precise time and if you have a wicked spin shot like Sam you have to make sure that you can clean up the pins left over. Not everyone is dazzled by your rapport, sometimes you have to win over the remaining stragglers, or that damn 4 pin, with the actual evidence.
Judging a person's guilt or innocence is a difficult decision, but we judge our friends and family all the time. Sometimes it is warranted and sometimes it is not. It's easier to vocalize our judgement to those close to us. And truth be told, it is good to be judged sometimes because we don't always see ourselves the way our close friends or family can. Their judging doesn't necessarily mean they don't care for us, or think they are better than us, it simply means they care enough to tell us. What we do with it is up to us. Do we push them away and get defensive or do we take it in stride? It's not always right and there are always mitigating circumstances that they don't see but they are presented with evidence and make a ruling. We can deliberate to ourselves later whether it was a just and fair ruling or not. As far as the bowling goes though there was nothing just about that beat down I applied in that 1950's retro bowling alley last night to my good friend Sam. It was brutal, and I am guilty as charged.
We are trained to avoid jury duty. We are told to say controversial things so that we are spared sitting on a jury and hearing a case. The horror stories abound from everyone once we've shared we'd got the summons. They tell us about six week cases and being sequestered in hotel rooms without televisions. Yet, the truth is this is Medford, OR. There are no high profile cases that are going to warrant that kind of long jury duty and most cases at the Jackson County Court are going to last one day. Where else can we see the legal system at work and make a difference in that legal system which often seems so unfairly balanced. As the defense attorney and district attorney asked the juror questions it was interesting to see people revert to the adage that we are conditioned to do to avoid jury duty. A few claimed prejudices they couldn't see past, while some claimed family members in similar situations and that it would mar their judgement. Next thing I knew I was one of eight jurors sitting on a panel and we were about to try a case.
When you are sitting in a jury box you are the center of attention. I think in television shows they fail to show the true power of a juror. The prosecutors can place all the evidence and facts and explain the law, the defense attorney can run theories and dissect that evidence, but the jurors are the ultimate decision makers. Without good rapport with their jury an attorney can have all the pieces for a trial victory yet lose it's audience and the trial once the case goes into the jury deliberation. The jurors may feel the attorney was not genuine, that their case was weak or forced, even if it wasn't. This could be based on their lack of connection with their jurors. We automatically see these eloquent attorneys on television and movies. They are polished and beautiful stars reading lines to people who are not judging their every word and movement. Yet an attorney is not polished, they fumble, you see them lose their point and have to regain their traction to make their point. In a comparison to bowling, the attorney is the bowling ball, the ten pins the jurors, will they complete the strike or will their case go into the gutter?
It's all balance and release. You have to make sure the ball leaves your hand at the precise time and if you have a wicked spin shot like Sam you have to make sure that you can clean up the pins left over. Not everyone is dazzled by your rapport, sometimes you have to win over the remaining stragglers, or that damn 4 pin, with the actual evidence.
Judging a person's guilt or innocence is a difficult decision, but we judge our friends and family all the time. Sometimes it is warranted and sometimes it is not. It's easier to vocalize our judgement to those close to us. And truth be told, it is good to be judged sometimes because we don't always see ourselves the way our close friends or family can. Their judging doesn't necessarily mean they don't care for us, or think they are better than us, it simply means they care enough to tell us. What we do with it is up to us. Do we push them away and get defensive or do we take it in stride? It's not always right and there are always mitigating circumstances that they don't see but they are presented with evidence and make a ruling. We can deliberate to ourselves later whether it was a just and fair ruling or not. As far as the bowling goes though there was nothing just about that beat down I applied in that 1950's retro bowling alley last night to my good friend Sam. It was brutal, and I am guilty as charged.
Monday, April 4, 2011
An hourglass with sugar
It took a tiny spider about ten minutes to pull itself from my living room floor all the way to the ceiling fan above. Each couple of minutes it dangled further above the ground like a window washer on a sky scraper. I have no idea how it managed to get it's web onto the ceiling fan from my floor at least 20 feet below. Nor how it managed to feel safe enough to keep pulling itself up when it could have easily gone anywhere else in my house undetected. Why it chose the highest point in the living room gave it some gumption and maybe spared its damn life because I surely couldn't kill it now. I just watched it keep slowly moving up until it reached its destination. Maybe I was in awe of its courage.
On the television behind the spider climbing was the ESPN 30 for 30 episode about the Michigan Wolverines Fab Five and Chris Webber's infamous "time-out..I mean, no time out, oh sh#%t we are out of timeouts play." In short order he went from one of the most celebrated college players on a NCAA championship team to making a mistake forever remembered by fans and capsulized in video memory. There surely were dumber plays made in history somewhere, we just don't have the film to prove it. It just shows how time can change things, moments, perception, and history. I researched Webber on Wikipedia after the show ended and saw he earned 169 MILLION in his NBA career following this so I guess he gets the last laugh..Ted Dibiase style.
On my way flying home from Hawaii I sat in the plane next to an older gentleman who was in a talkative mood. Somehow we got to his former career as a CEO of several sugar cane plantations that used to exist on the islands. He mentioned that the one plantation in Maui is the last one on all the islands, which at one time had 11 or so active. I believe he said something like 68,000 acres of sugar cane fields were sold off into development and the plantations wiped clean. He mentioned that at one point they had spent 5 million to produce the sugar cane into ethanol for fuel and were prepared to send this to the mainland gas and oil companies and have it refined. These gas companies refused. They didn't see the value in turning this existing sugar cane into ethanol. So the fields were destroyed and only one field remains. Hawaii which requires 10% of their fuel to be ethanol actually has to ship the ethanol fuel in from the mainland, from corn. The irony is that it costs more in fuel production to receive the 10% ethanol fuel from the mainland then it would have if it was just 100% oil. This is the lunacy of our energy policies and the greed of the existing powers that dictate it. The irony is that the sugar cane field that remains is losing money. The price of sugar is stabilized by the US government. It costs the same now for sugar than it did in the 1950's, so there is no value in running sugar fields for profit, especially when the machines running them take oil.
As I watched that spider climb the web to the top of the ceiling fan suspended in time, I realized that we have probably hit our ceiling in this time and that web it has spun has entangled us all.
On the television behind the spider climbing was the ESPN 30 for 30 episode about the Michigan Wolverines Fab Five and Chris Webber's infamous "time-out..I mean, no time out, oh sh#%t we are out of timeouts play." In short order he went from one of the most celebrated college players on a NCAA championship team to making a mistake forever remembered by fans and capsulized in video memory. There surely were dumber plays made in history somewhere, we just don't have the film to prove it. It just shows how time can change things, moments, perception, and history. I researched Webber on Wikipedia after the show ended and saw he earned 169 MILLION in his NBA career following this so I guess he gets the last laugh..Ted Dibiase style.
On my way flying home from Hawaii I sat in the plane next to an older gentleman who was in a talkative mood. Somehow we got to his former career as a CEO of several sugar cane plantations that used to exist on the islands. He mentioned that the one plantation in Maui is the last one on all the islands, which at one time had 11 or so active. I believe he said something like 68,000 acres of sugar cane fields were sold off into development and the plantations wiped clean. He mentioned that at one point they had spent 5 million to produce the sugar cane into ethanol for fuel and were prepared to send this to the mainland gas and oil companies and have it refined. These gas companies refused. They didn't see the value in turning this existing sugar cane into ethanol. So the fields were destroyed and only one field remains. Hawaii which requires 10% of their fuel to be ethanol actually has to ship the ethanol fuel in from the mainland, from corn. The irony is that it costs more in fuel production to receive the 10% ethanol fuel from the mainland then it would have if it was just 100% oil. This is the lunacy of our energy policies and the greed of the existing powers that dictate it. The irony is that the sugar cane field that remains is losing money. The price of sugar is stabilized by the US government. It costs the same now for sugar than it did in the 1950's, so there is no value in running sugar fields for profit, especially when the machines running them take oil.
As I watched that spider climb the web to the top of the ceiling fan suspended in time, I realized that we have probably hit our ceiling in this time and that web it has spun has entangled us all.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Parallel Universe
What better time to start a blog entry then at 2am on a Saturday night stone cold sober. This was a strange week. A parallel universe to the week that preceded it. Then I was in some kind of fantasy reality on the beach in 85 degree endless warmth and sunshine. I was hiking lush, green, tropical mountains, and biking down six Eco-system climates from the frigid Arctic volcano mountaintops to the white sand beach 30 miles below. Now I'm holed up in my house alone and have lost all the momentum that week had afforded me. It didn't take but three days back to give it all away either. I felt pulled from the womb of paradise and left in a cold, wet, and dreary climate with air that hangs over me like a comforter pulled straight out of the washer.
I read an article today about another man released from prison in California after twenty plus years in jail. The evidence to retry him was not salvageable and the judge felt his first trial provided inadequate defense and ordered a retrial. Without valid evidence for a retrial he was set free. This doesn't mean he's innocent, it merely means the due process couldn't be afforded so they released him. I don't know enough about the facts to make a determination if it was a fair ruling or not, but there are countless prisoners in jail tried with faulty evidence and power hungry prosecutors looking for another notch in their belts. The justice system is flawed and evidence that was used to make many rulings is probably not accurate by today's stricter DNA standards. But what about our own lives? Do we hold ourselves guilty of crimes, do we carry regrets, and do we mourn in remorse over episodes in our lives years ago that we can no longer see so clearly? Is the evidence we've used to feel this way even salvageable as well? Or is it just faulty perception and here say that we have held against ourselves and do we suffer for no reason at all?
I love the quote, "A coward dies 1000 deaths a brave man only one." Am I living like a coward? Everyday in Maui I woke early and walked or ran. I used each day of vacation as if it were my last day on the planet. I maximized my days and now a week back and I've fallen into my old habits and routines, life is no longer a great gift but a daily chore. It's more than just going to work, because work feels like a reprieve from home. At least at work I am busy from myself.
I am going to be brave. I am done drinking. For a week in Maui I had no desire to drink and while I occasionally had one or two drinks it was my binging Tuesday that has led me back into a week of spiralling. That's it, I'm done. Life is more important to me than allowing something that has caused so much damage in my life to remain in it. It doesn't make sense to continue something that produces the same results over and over again that causes me this unhappiness. This is after all the definition of insanity. I've had 34 years of fun times and miserable times with alcohol a part of it. I'd like to see how the rest of my life looks like without it.
Can this replace the beaches of Maui? No. Will it wash away the rainy sky? Not at all. Will it make me feel better about myself? At least tonight.
I read an article today about another man released from prison in California after twenty plus years in jail. The evidence to retry him was not salvageable and the judge felt his first trial provided inadequate defense and ordered a retrial. Without valid evidence for a retrial he was set free. This doesn't mean he's innocent, it merely means the due process couldn't be afforded so they released him. I don't know enough about the facts to make a determination if it was a fair ruling or not, but there are countless prisoners in jail tried with faulty evidence and power hungry prosecutors looking for another notch in their belts. The justice system is flawed and evidence that was used to make many rulings is probably not accurate by today's stricter DNA standards. But what about our own lives? Do we hold ourselves guilty of crimes, do we carry regrets, and do we mourn in remorse over episodes in our lives years ago that we can no longer see so clearly? Is the evidence we've used to feel this way even salvageable as well? Or is it just faulty perception and here say that we have held against ourselves and do we suffer for no reason at all?
I love the quote, "A coward dies 1000 deaths a brave man only one." Am I living like a coward? Everyday in Maui I woke early and walked or ran. I used each day of vacation as if it were my last day on the planet. I maximized my days and now a week back and I've fallen into my old habits and routines, life is no longer a great gift but a daily chore. It's more than just going to work, because work feels like a reprieve from home. At least at work I am busy from myself.
I am going to be brave. I am done drinking. For a week in Maui I had no desire to drink and while I occasionally had one or two drinks it was my binging Tuesday that has led me back into a week of spiralling. That's it, I'm done. Life is more important to me than allowing something that has caused so much damage in my life to remain in it. It doesn't make sense to continue something that produces the same results over and over again that causes me this unhappiness. This is after all the definition of insanity. I've had 34 years of fun times and miserable times with alcohol a part of it. I'd like to see how the rest of my life looks like without it.
Can this replace the beaches of Maui? No. Will it wash away the rainy sky? Not at all. Will it make me feel better about myself? At least tonight.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Is insanity in?
It feels like it's been a while since I've blogged on here, but it's only been a couple of weeks. Maybe it's because I realize how tame my "jumping the shark" blog is in comparison to Charlie Sheen's daily meteoric meltdowns. All I've ever fumed about were past relationships and jobs, this guy has the whole Vatican and Warlock nation after him. If I just jumped over a shark this guy has done pirouettes over the freaking Legend of Zelda.
Speaking of Zelda, like a big video game dork I went onto YouTube the other day and watched clips of all my old favorite Nintendo video games. I think I need to invest in an old school Nintendo. No offense to the gamers of today but no games were cooler than those original games of Super Mario Brothers, Kung Fu, Zelda, and one of my all time favorites Kid Icarus. Sure the graphics of those games are the equivalent of a black and white tv and episodes of I Love Lucy compared to Two and a Half Men but at least Lucille Ball wasn't holed up in the Beverly Hilton with 7 gram rocks and Ricky Ricardo off set..or...maybe we just didn't give a damn back then and appreciated the work on screen. The show is no longer the show anymore, the show is "after" the show. Reality television has made our celebrities reality stars. The cameras don't shut off after the curtain closes, it's saran wrap.
I don't feel sympathy for stars, they chose their platform. I do find it amazing that while we are watching teachers unions losing their benefits in Wisconsin, millionaire sports athletes are proudly standing behind their unions to continue their wealth accumulation. We all gasp at a potential lock-out so that we can no longer spend time watching these millionaire athletes compete while millions of Americans stand in an unemployment line. Hey, I was in that line too, watching these athletes. We are like the citizens of Rome watching the Gladiators fight while we starve and beg for loaves of bread in the Colosseum. Only our athletes don't risk their lives for our affection or entertainment, merely the embarrassment of failed expectations and for that they sit in locker rooms and cry..poor poor Heat.
I still believe ignorance is bliss. It has to be. The more we know the less happy we are knowing it. That was no joke in the Bible. We weren't supposed to eat that apple. We were supposed to be naked and clueless frolicking in gardens or living in Jersey Shore. Hell, they've never eaten apples..obviously. Maybe Jersey Shore is Eden..pre-apple. Snooki does sort of look like the rib of Ronnie, or that she had a few McRibs..I don't know.
I hope crazy isn't the new fad. We've done hyper color t-shirts, we've done flannel, now the fad is wear your crazy out loud and proud. Just blurt out craziness, it's in, people like it, hell we covet it, we crave it, we all up and add you to twitter over it. We are so about crazy we can't take it anymore. We want our politicians crazy. We want our celebrities whacked out. We like our movies about nutcases. Sane was so yesterday. If you are not insane, you are out. Who would of thought all our serial killers and psychos from yesterday were merely trendsetters? Stars before their time...who needs 15 minutes of fame when you can have 15 years to life of it.
I really need my vacation. Is it Maui or Zelda? Does it make a difference?
Speaking of Zelda, like a big video game dork I went onto YouTube the other day and watched clips of all my old favorite Nintendo video games. I think I need to invest in an old school Nintendo. No offense to the gamers of today but no games were cooler than those original games of Super Mario Brothers, Kung Fu, Zelda, and one of my all time favorites Kid Icarus. Sure the graphics of those games are the equivalent of a black and white tv and episodes of I Love Lucy compared to Two and a Half Men but at least Lucille Ball wasn't holed up in the Beverly Hilton with 7 gram rocks and Ricky Ricardo off set..or...maybe we just didn't give a damn back then and appreciated the work on screen. The show is no longer the show anymore, the show is "after" the show. Reality television has made our celebrities reality stars. The cameras don't shut off after the curtain closes, it's saran wrap.
I don't feel sympathy for stars, they chose their platform. I do find it amazing that while we are watching teachers unions losing their benefits in Wisconsin, millionaire sports athletes are proudly standing behind their unions to continue their wealth accumulation. We all gasp at a potential lock-out so that we can no longer spend time watching these millionaire athletes compete while millions of Americans stand in an unemployment line. Hey, I was in that line too, watching these athletes. We are like the citizens of Rome watching the Gladiators fight while we starve and beg for loaves of bread in the Colosseum. Only our athletes don't risk their lives for our affection or entertainment, merely the embarrassment of failed expectations and for that they sit in locker rooms and cry..poor poor Heat.
I still believe ignorance is bliss. It has to be. The more we know the less happy we are knowing it. That was no joke in the Bible. We weren't supposed to eat that apple. We were supposed to be naked and clueless frolicking in gardens or living in Jersey Shore. Hell, they've never eaten apples..obviously. Maybe Jersey Shore is Eden..pre-apple. Snooki does sort of look like the rib of Ronnie, or that she had a few McRibs..I don't know.
I hope crazy isn't the new fad. We've done hyper color t-shirts, we've done flannel, now the fad is wear your crazy out loud and proud. Just blurt out craziness, it's in, people like it, hell we covet it, we crave it, we all up and add you to twitter over it. We are so about crazy we can't take it anymore. We want our politicians crazy. We want our celebrities whacked out. We like our movies about nutcases. Sane was so yesterday. If you are not insane, you are out. Who would of thought all our serial killers and psychos from yesterday were merely trendsetters? Stars before their time...who needs 15 minutes of fame when you can have 15 years to life of it.
I really need my vacation. Is it Maui or Zelda? Does it make a difference?
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